rosy my heart (the grasses wave)

The nymphs are departed

~

do you remember
when we
were kids

the days
were long
weren’t they

the sun was
every day

was it summer
the whole year long . . .

I think it was

and we played
in the yellow grass
and
on the ruined ground . . .

beneath the hundred
year old
trees

each day stretched –
long
and wide –
like ripened fields
of barley wheat

maybe
it was just
my eyes . . .

perhaps
my heart

rose-coloured
in its beating

~

they closed the schools
again
today

disease
carried by
a parent

suspicion
falling freely
on every body else

so
stay at home
children
stay at home

god help you
god help
mum and dad
if there is
no
internet

the cereal grasses
are still
golden
and waving as though
under
a rippling breeze

but only
on
the TV

and only
a long way north
or east or west
of where you are

or
it might be
somewhere else

perhaps
in the rosy colours
of
my heart

~

15 thoughts on “rosy my heart (the grasses wave)

      • I think it might be a collective wish, Liz. Sorry to say, but I don’t expect the tone of this series to get much brighter or more optimistic.

        Still, there is much material in this vein to reflect upon, and that is worth something, I suppose.

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    • Thank you, Janet. The changes in just a generation or so were profound, and now I feel that Covid is making a permanent mark in just the space of a year or two.

      We need to hold on to our hats for a wild ride, I think.

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  1. You are not alone in feeling sad about it Frank, your past vocation is still at work. Yet, your words reach the corners of our hearts Tragic but beautiful as always I love it

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